The Western Sky...a short story
Have you ever gazed the western sky? Taking your time on the way, seating in tranquility. Did you find anything special, anything that could bring significant change in your life? Probably not!!! As hardly we can find time to do so.
But sometimes it happens, when we discover great miracles of life from nowhere...or from somewhere having not of much value in our life. It's strange na...people think it only happens with philosophers or scientists so was I until I discovered it myself.
* * *
Life takes a lot of turn; it's as true as sunrise. Those who tackles these turning points with valor many a time become the real warriors of life. I was a shy off guy. But her look, her smiles, her some snapshots were there in my mind for quite a long time. It asked me many questions and finally I had to say it. It was not an easy task for me. Hardly I ever talked to her except only a few smiles and glances. Those lab hour times...in the early time of my college days.
It was on that strike day, when we were kept in college by seniors. She was seating near to me and we talked for while, the longest up to that time under the after noon sky. That was one of the beautiful evenings ever I had spent though we were fettered with our seniors for strike. The deadline was evening if the authority wouldn't have agreed to student demands; a mini earthquake could have struck to college. But finally things went fine, so was my friendship with her. Sometimes tragedies result good fortune for some people. I think I was one of them !
* * *
How romantic were those moments!!! The tired sun was adieuing farewell for the day, pale was its color, and lost were its vibrancy and vive. There we were!!! Seating together, starting some fresh talk. Our moment of reckoning for the day has just started, after a long waiting...was she also waiting??? Often this question popped up into mind, sometimes time gave affirmative answers.... more or less...
The classes were hectic...so as the professors, sometimes boring in their interesting lectures...where my mind would be wondering looking forward those golden moments. Ya I mean it, golden by the color of a pallid sun and so wonderful... Sometimes I was envy with wind, which could play with her...taking away her hairs and restoring them in some random order. I could seat ideally a few feet away from her near the Lawn… waiting for the bus...while the campus was clamorous with chilling folk, eager of ending one more day of their college life...
I would pray...please lord...stop the wall-clock of the bus manager...may the bus stay for some more time...May the day will last a bit longer... may she seat here with me all the time....
The affluent thoughts would flow but I would stager where to start...couldn't dare to look at her...neither could she...and those glances were million dollar paintings and more beautiful than Mona Lisa and those smiles of her were more enigmatic...and worse were my PJs… we sometimes ended up even not talking a word still we preferred to spent the time with the tired sun, looking at the birds returning to their nest...how powerful are thoughts… which could galvanize me within...and that will result in a smile, and my only audience will return with one as if she got all what I lectured within the periphery of my mind silently.
I couldn't travel on her bus. My rout was different. So I would catch a window side seat and look outside...thinking of those moments...feeling the solitude within the commotion of the crowd till the western sky would look reddish...just after the sunset. Few birds would be returning, like we did. That was the moment I used to think hard for a day. The previous events would be unreeling in my mind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
This had been happening for years, till a day when we could seat together on the lawn. That was the time - the verge of our under graduate engineering college life. We could talk endlessly. While retuning I was not alone that day, after all... years of solitude finally ended in a moment of happening. Yes it was the beginning of our eternal relationship for a lifetime.
That day the color of that evening was the same, so as the western sky. Though it had added some charms in her presence…. and to me the western sky looked pink…but in reality it was all the same except that date.
Today, even though my geographical location has been changing, the western sky is different and special for me – like the yesteryears!!!
But sometimes it happens, when we discover great miracles of life from nowhere...or from somewhere having not of much value in our life. It's strange na...people think it only happens with philosophers or scientists so was I until I discovered it myself.
* * *
Life takes a lot of turn; it's as true as sunrise. Those who tackles these turning points with valor many a time become the real warriors of life. I was a shy off guy. But her look, her smiles, her some snapshots were there in my mind for quite a long time. It asked me many questions and finally I had to say it. It was not an easy task for me. Hardly I ever talked to her except only a few smiles and glances. Those lab hour times...in the early time of my college days.
It was on that strike day, when we were kept in college by seniors. She was seating near to me and we talked for while, the longest up to that time under the after noon sky. That was one of the beautiful evenings ever I had spent though we were fettered with our seniors for strike. The deadline was evening if the authority wouldn't have agreed to student demands; a mini earthquake could have struck to college. But finally things went fine, so was my friendship with her. Sometimes tragedies result good fortune for some people. I think I was one of them !
* * *
How romantic were those moments!!! The tired sun was adieuing farewell for the day, pale was its color, and lost were its vibrancy and vive. There we were!!! Seating together, starting some fresh talk. Our moment of reckoning for the day has just started, after a long waiting...was she also waiting??? Often this question popped up into mind, sometimes time gave affirmative answers.... more or less...
The classes were hectic...so as the professors, sometimes boring in their interesting lectures...where my mind would be wondering looking forward those golden moments. Ya I mean it, golden by the color of a pallid sun and so wonderful... Sometimes I was envy with wind, which could play with her...taking away her hairs and restoring them in some random order. I could seat ideally a few feet away from her near the Lawn… waiting for the bus...while the campus was clamorous with chilling folk, eager of ending one more day of their college life...
I would pray...please lord...stop the wall-clock of the bus manager...may the bus stay for some more time...May the day will last a bit longer... may she seat here with me all the time....
The affluent thoughts would flow but I would stager where to start...couldn't dare to look at her...neither could she...and those glances were million dollar paintings and more beautiful than Mona Lisa and those smiles of her were more enigmatic...and worse were my PJs… we sometimes ended up even not talking a word still we preferred to spent the time with the tired sun, looking at the birds returning to their nest...how powerful are thoughts… which could galvanize me within...and that will result in a smile, and my only audience will return with one as if she got all what I lectured within the periphery of my mind silently.
I couldn't travel on her bus. My rout was different. So I would catch a window side seat and look outside...thinking of those moments...feeling the solitude within the commotion of the crowd till the western sky would look reddish...just after the sunset. Few birds would be returning, like we did. That was the moment I used to think hard for a day. The previous events would be unreeling in my mind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
This had been happening for years, till a day when we could seat together on the lawn. That was the time - the verge of our under graduate engineering college life. We could talk endlessly. While retuning I was not alone that day, after all... years of solitude finally ended in a moment of happening. Yes it was the beginning of our eternal relationship for a lifetime.
That day the color of that evening was the same, so as the western sky. Though it had added some charms in her presence…. and to me the western sky looked pink…but in reality it was all the same except that date.
Today, even though my geographical location has been changing, the western sky is different and special for me – like the yesteryears!!!
posted by Arun at 10:45 AM
3 Comments:
HUH!!!
When the seniors were fighting for our rights and making us get what we deserved.. tu eeiya karu thilu??
Swadhinata ra sangrama re tu toro rakta na dei prema ra jharana bahau thilu??
;-D
Just kidding man..
Good write up..Let me know how far this is true.
:-)
Lv,
Kanti
HUH!!!
When the seniors were fighting for our rights and making us get what we deserved.. tu eeiya karu thilu??
Swadhinata ra sangrama re tu toro rakta na dei prema ra jharana bahau thilu??
;-D
Just kidding man..
Good write up..Let me know how far this is true.
:-)
Lv,
Kanti
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